The Love Ship Ayana

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Aya woke up from her sleep, the clock in her postel showed at 3 am. He peed and his throat felt dry, thirsty. After finishing his wish, he stepped down into the kitchen. He took a glass and filled it with water from the dispenser. He pulled out a chair and sat down and drank the water up to the toilet.

The living room conditions are minimal lighting makes Aya not aware of the existence of Arga there. Arga accidentally wakes up early to finish his work, when he hears the sound of water coming into the glass from the kitchen. He thinks it's Lala.

"La, all dong for brother. Coffee too, please! If there is food, then. My brother is hungry, he hasn't eaten since yesterday. Making egg noodles is also not papa." Pinta Arga slightly shouted from the living room.

Degs..

Aya was very shocked. He did not expect that Arga was there. Again he had to exercise the heart this early.

"How about this, did you just run away once?" Ask Aya in my heart. "But pity also the child of the hungry." Her dominant angelic side kept her from staying in the kitchen preparing food for Arga.

Finally Aya took two new glasses and filled them with drinking water to make coffee. There was still the rest of his cooking this afternoon, just heated in the microwave. 5 minutes later the food is ready. "Done!"

Aya regulated her breathing, bracing herself to meet Arga. There was no way he would continue to dodge let alone stay under one roof like this. The plan is Aya will put a tray of food, drinking water and coffee on the living room table then he will rush up to the room.

With a definite step, he took the tray to where Arga was. Aya was very nervous. Without making a sound, he placed the tray on the table.

"Thank you very pretty." said Arga smiling broadly as she lifted her face from the laptop screen.

Be shocked! Ja.

Aya hurriedly wanted to run away, but Arga's hand movements more quickly grabbed Aya's hand.

"Wait, don't go, I want to talk."

"Deliver!" Aya threw Arga's hand but Arga's hand was too strong to hold it.

With the position of their bodies that are almost attached due to the pull of Arga earlier, the rhythm of the heart both hammer. They should be able to hear each other's heartbeat.

"Sit down first I just got off." Persuad Arga's.

Aya surrendered, she followed Arga's orders to sit on the sofa. Arga took off her grip and took a seat at Aya's side.

"Quick by the way, I'm still sleepy."

"I'm sorry." said Arga sincerely.

"Yes, accepted." Aya.

"Either. Didn't you say?" Tanya Aya flat.

"I'm. I'm here on business, not stalking you." I want Arga to swallow his tongue round because of that stupid speech.

Alya looked at him lazily. Whether he comes or not, Aya doesn't care either.

"Ma.I mean, because we've already met here so I'm really sorry. Maybe you think I'm a jerk running from responsibility. But at that time I had to go back to Australia." Arga explained his reason for not apologizing immediately after the incident.

"Tante Andini is over for me so don't have to be discussed anymore."

"Well, as a form of my apology, I want to take you for a walk when my business is done. If you refuse I assume you haven't forgiven me." Arga breathed a sigh of relief as he managed to convey his wish. But he was also afraid that Aya would refuse.

"That's. klo it later.. later we'll see." Aya stammered. He was obviously very nervous at the moment.

"Yes, you're not angry with me, are you?" Arga's trying to find some conversation material.

Alya sighed. "No, mas. It's just that I'm still not comfortable seeing you. Those events are really embarrassing." Said Aya while looking down, her hands wringing the tip of her sleeping pajamas.

Wanting it to feel Arga yelling uphill, Aya called him "MAS". That sounds so beautiful.

"Yes, we are married" said Arga relaxed.

Aya's eyes glared, "you're crazy?"

"Yes, I'm crazy because of you." Arga looked at Aya meaningfully.

"What the hell, it's really GJ." Aya immediately stood up half-running up to her room.

"Later tonight I'll pick you up." Shouting Arga. Aya no longer cared about Arga's cry.

Aya closed the door of her room. He leaned his body against the door by holding his chest. His face was already flushed red like a boiled crab, his heart was like it was about to jump from its place. Aya did not understand, every time she met Arga, she was always made a hanger by him. I don't know what she's feeling, but all she knows is, it's the first time she's felt that way. Only to Arga. There was a fine palpitations attacking him upon hearing the name Arga called. It was like there were thousands of butterflies flying in her stomach every time Arga hit her.

Arga was no less nervous with Aya, only, as a man, prestige dong if it was discovered Aya. Right now he was holding his chest, enjoying his thump. Arga had made up his mind to approach Alya intensely, he thought Lala's words, lest Aya catch another man, could collapse Arga's world if that happened.

Arga shuddered in horror. No, it can't happen. Aya is his wife, forever will be like that.

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